Chapter 5: Destroyed In Confrontation
The moment it felt like he had become the center of attention, the nervousness disappeared from his mind like wind-driven smoke. It was as if a switch had been flipped in his head, bringing in a fluid clarity.
The rudimentary plan he had come up with began to grow with every passing second. Words, ideas, and improvised plans started falling into place, like his instincts were hardwired for this moment.
To give himself more room to think, Han Xuhan began walking towards the old man, hands held behind him with the confidence of a fearless expert.
The crowd parted silently for him, and soon, he was face to face with the red-robed guard, his plan ready for execution.
The precondition to manipulate a mob was to let them tire themselves out first. So his shout had grabbed the moment at the right time.
To gain control over an ordinary mob, one needed to establish a relatable identity. But this was no ordinary crowd.
Every participant here was a resourceful individual with special attributes and upbringing. To be able to stand here with a token for the test was its proof.
So, there was very little chance that they’d be led by the nose by a person they could easily relate to. To capture their loyal support, a different element was required in his identity—power.
If there was one principle Han Xuhan’s understanding of the world of cultivation told him, it was that no matter the circumstances, one needed to have an identity powerful enough to be respected.
So here, he needed to establish a powerful identity. It had to be something the red-robed old man couldn’t mock openly, something unique!
Boldly meeting the hundreds of pairs of gazes focused on him, he began his performance. With a resounding slap on his chest, he spoke.